El Hornazo
Chiky's, no te pongas freaky
Plánchame los dickies y vámonos riki
Deja cargo el hitter, en la ranfla tengo
El cricker la neta ni te agüites que así me conociste
Gotas pal despiste que la suegra no critique
Vidrios hasta arriba pa' que la chota no ubique
Con nadie traigo clique así que relajada
Mami, no te enojes ya no pongas esa cara
Loca, se te seco la boca traes los ojos chiquititos
Deja te compro una coca, te pego el hornazo
Ahora si soy tu payaso, ya te dio la risueña tu mamá
Va a echar balazos yo sé que no me quiere siempre
Me mira bien gacho
Dice que soy muy loco y que también soy muy borracho
A ver si no se tuerce y empieza a ser un pancho
Luego saca su rollo que te busques otro macho
Ay, chiquita, es que tu mamá no me quiere nada
Ay, chiquita, se va a enojar, andas bien horneada
Ay, chiquita, es que tu mamá no me quiere nada
Ay, chiquita, se va a enojar, andas bien horneada
Nada, la doña no me traga
Que mi música es malvada
Que parezco de la Mara
¿Oye que le pasa? Pura raya chida
Que he ido coleccionado a lo largo de la vida
Que no te convengo, que veas de donde vengo
Con lo que tengo, tengo y con eso te mantengo
Donde te vaya viendo con la cara de pacheca
Me va a aventar las ollas, el florero y la maceta
Neta, te miras paleta
Te va a dar la golosa cuando estemos en la mesa
¿Porque será tan fresa y porque seré tan guarro?
Chula, no me barro pero tira mucho carro
Ay, chiquita, es que tu mamá no me quiere nada
Ay, chiquita, se va a enojar, andas bien horneada
Ay, chiquita, es que tu mamá no me quiere nada
Ay, chiquita, se va a enojar, andas bien horneada
Baby, no me pongo necio
Pero es que tu jefa me mira
Hasta con deprecio
Seguro me dedica dos, tres rolas de Paquita
Mientras hace un brindis por la salud de su hijita
Chale, la neta no esta chido
Quería ver el partido
Voy a estar bien aburrido
Te pones hormonal para que venga contigo
Y todos mis amigos viendo el juego en el sabino
Ay, chiquita, es que tu mamá no me quiere nada
Ay, chiquita, se va a enojar, andas bien horneada
Va, otra vez el mismo el cuento
A veces me pregunto porque
Soporto tanto, yo sigo pegando como
Pantro con los chacos
Y la suegra me trata como si fuera un chamaco
Ay, chiquita, es que tu mamá no me quiere nada
Ay, chiquita, se va a enojar, andas bien horneada
Ay, chiquita, es que tu mamá no me quiere nada
Ay, chiquita, se va a enojar, andas bien horneada
The Big Blow
Chiky's, don't get freaky
Iron my dickies and let's go riki
Leave the hitter, in the car I have
The cricker, don't worry, that's how you met me
Drops for distraction so the mother-in-law doesn't criticize
Windows up high so the cops don't spot
I don't bring a clique with me so relax
Mommy, don't get mad, don't make that face
Crazy, your mouth is dry, your eyes are small
Let me buy you a coke, I'll hit you with the big blow
Now I'm your clown, you got the giggles
Your mom will shoot, I know she doesn't like me
She looks at me real bad
Says I'm too crazy and also too drunk
Let's see if she doesn't twist and starts acting like a fool
Then she brings up finding another man
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Nothing, the lady doesn't like me
Says my music is evil
That I look like I'm from the Mara
What's wrong with her? Just cool lines
That I've been collecting throughout my life
That I'm not good for you, see where I come from
With what I have, I have and with that I support you
Wherever I see you with a pacheca face
She'll throw the pots, the vase, and the flowerpot at me
Seriously, you look like a palette
You'll get the sweet tooth when we're at the table
Why are you so posh and why am I so messy?
Cutie, I don't mess around but I flirt a lot
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Baby, I'm not stubborn
But your mom looks at me
Even with disdain
Surely she dedicates two, three songs by Paquita
While toasting for her daughter's health
Damn, it's not cool
I wanted to watch the game
I'm going to be really bored
You get hormonal so I'll come with you
And all my friends watching the game at Sabino
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Here we go again with the same story
Sometimes I wonder why
I endure so much, I keep hitting like
Pantro with the chacos
And the mother-in-law treats me as if I were a kid
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Escrita por: Eduardo Dávalos / Mauricio Garza / Roman Rodríguez